His hand squeezed Dean's through the sweater, "Love, when they are fighting you or pushing the boundaries, that is how you know you are doing a good job and probably the right thing. Each kid is different. Some never push, never disobey, are never rude...they are well behaved and perfect and wonderful... But I have to tell you, I like the troublemakers best. Yes, they're damn hard and make you question your sanity, but if you do it right they make the best people to be around after they grow up."

"This life, I will live again and it will be different. I do not worry one way or the other if we have children or not. I would love to have one or two or many with you...but they are not necessary to what we have together. This decision is actually yours to make, I am content with what you want to do. Yes, having them would make me happy, but not having I would also be happy, as either way, I am with you."

Ferox didn't often give a speech, and when he did, he tried to make them count. Too often he had been around people who talked endlessly, like a waterfall that would not stop and he could not identify one important drop of water from another. How could he tell if he was drowning in words? It was never something he wanted to do to others, unless they had asked for a story or an explanation, then it was their own fault if he had to carefully explain.